I watched her wobble and try again. And again.
"Come here, let Mummy show you how it's done..."
I swaggered over to A and took the pogo stick from her, sure that I could do 49 bounces in a row, and more if I fancied.
I nearly damn-well broke my back! One bounce and I shot off into the daffodils and fell against the hard, concrete patio.
She wouldn't let me try again for fear of me seriously hurting myself. He wouldn't let me try either.
So that's it. I can no longer use a pogo stick. Or roller blades. I am losing my balance. I lost my nerve on a big ginger horse and I might as well take up knitting.
What happens when you get older? Do you really lose your balance and increase your fear? Do you become less naive and more aware of danger, and that holds you back?
When no one is looking, I am going to squirrel myself away in the garden and conquer that goddamn pogo stick to prove that I can still bounce. And then I will relearn the roller blades.
And jump horses over silly fences at great speed.